William Afton stood alone in the dimly lit workshop, the faint hum of machinery weaving through the stale air. His sharp eyes scanned the intricate blueprints spread across the metal table—each line and curve a testament to his genius and relentless ambition.

Clad in a tailored suit that contrasted with the grease smudges on his hands, he moved with the confident precision of a man who understood both business and creation in equal measure. Around him, half-assembled animatronics loomed like silent sentinels, their empty eyes waiting to be brought to life—or to serve a darker purpose only he truly understood.

With a measured breath, William’s lips curled into a thin, calculating smile. Every calculation, every mechanical innovation, was a step closer to immortality, a legacy carved from cold steel and quiet cruelty. The world outside knew him as a successful entrepreneur, a pioneer in family entertainment—but beneath that polished exterior was a mind consumed by obsession, one that blurred the line between creator and predator.